As the great musical poet Kiki Dee once said, “I’ve got the music in me.” Seriously, music is part of my daily life, so I participate in Song Lyric Sunday. This week’s theme is seconds / minutes / hours, and DJ Tara chose a song from the musical that could take the top spot in her All-Time Favorite Musicals lists, once she sees it… … …Continue reading “Song Lyric Sunday: Seconds / Minutes / Hours”→

It’s a lovely day for a walk, so I finally took my baby, Blue Tootie, to the car hospital for a check-up. She needs her oil changed as well as her annual inspection, aka my annual donation to the government fund for ridiculousness because my car is new and really? Inspected EVERY year? Continue reading “Blue Tootie Tale”→

Muse is fickle. (Yours, too? How ’bout that!) Sometimes, she visits for long stretches then disappears. When she does, I’m not sure when she’ll return. I know she’ll be back. She always comes back. She just likes to wander, and, like today’s millennials, doesn’t RSVP if invited and sometimes still doesn’t show up if she says she’s going to stop by (p.s. GET OFF MY LAWN!).

Two times in the past few months, I’ve mentioned roller skating, to two different people. Both times, the person I was talking to suggested I take up roller derby.

“What about me says roller derby that two people now have suggested it?” I asked the second person yesterday.

“Well, it would be a good way to get out the anxiety and frustration you feel,” he said.

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It’s that obvious?

And I thought I hid it so well.

Of course, neither said anything about it until I mentioned roller skating. But upon mentioning that hobby from my youth, which I still love, both suggested a sport in which I’d wear knee and elbow pads, a helmet, and a grimace as I shoved past other women, perhaps pushing them into and/or over a railing.

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I gave this some thought.

I’m a firm believer that when something comes up more than once there’s a reason.

I looked into roller derby in my area. There are teams. I have skates.

Then one of the women who loves it mentioned on the website about the blood. …. … … Oh, no, no, no can do. I could never be a vampire either.

So… maybe the message is to find a way to deal with anxiety and frustration that’s been coming my way, and twas not a message to lace up my skates and pounce.

Well, I could go skating, pleasantly, calmly, in circles, perhaps to the greatest hits of the 80s. That would be relaxing, and wouldn’t involve the blood-induced fainting that’s sure to ensue if I decided to whip it, whip it good.